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158 . ZECHARIAH THE SCHOLASTIC

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231. FALSTAFF

231. FALSTAFF

158 Zechariah the scholastic

It is not true that everything that is born Born in time, Nor is an email necessary Disconnected from unusual burrow In Trojan virus copying and spying That everything that is born of time, be born, Nor that time itself is born of time. Well still an explorer of a time without time Embedded with eternity, is infected with eternity, like the eternal God, like the world that is his sensible image.

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The pagans spoke of the sphere That has no beginning or end, The beginning of the sphere alone is unaffordable For you and me, because it really starts somewhere, How it looks when we draw a circle Pray if we provide the point to inflate and deflate. God wrinkles the convolutions of honeys and tunnels without Borders ready for exclamations and to the raptures, to the crossroads With ointments with incense oils, wings and perfumes.

It's the veins and the ribs of the gold and of the dawn Imperishable and immortal is always in the same state It is neighborhood and border and is above Of all sane description or reason.

God is creator even if it is not by index Neither by flooding, nor by subjection It continues to be always by providence, - Mr. Proclus; By the fact that he is the one who contains the universe. He has taken the substance itself out of nowhere Your keygen as your dialect, the insurrectionary key to his exiled soliloquy And not as you say, the creator of the forms only. -Proclus the world was not only born Because it is the effect of a cause; Therefore as a tensioned twist on your projector It becomes homo-mole observed that it is from its creator And that results from omniscience; Ray loom in chord optician the same dignity as him.

No Proclus: -Although God always has the will to create, drink from this and that stream and their feet are shoals and in the mouth the air of its wings are the leaves that hold the flocks and in their language are the tongues and the compass of the sun. Just believe it not to be served; Nor to be God but only because it is goodness.

-If Edmon Jabes you said "the words of man They are for God, sound and shelter And God for man, gesture and sign ”. And you also said “The book is God's, the forehead. And the hands of man ”. And the pen then? The rebellion of his silence profuse On the flight.

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